Farmhouse: Hallway and Living Room
All doorways in the front part of the house lead to the front hallway,
a J-shaped area with the short tail starting at the stairs, the front
door hitting the bottom curve, the doorless opening to the living room
halfway up the long side, and the also doorless opening to the kitchen
and dining room at the very top. The hall has a simple wooden floor,
and decorated with a generic print of soft-colored flowers hanging on
the wall to the right of the front door, and a tall table sitting under
the print which serves as a place to toss keys. A closet under the
stairs serves as a place to hang coats or to toss shoes.
The doorless opening to the living room is halfway up the side of the hall's J, and the word cozy might spring to mind when looking into is, as it seems to radiate comforting vibrations. A long couch sits against the south wall beneath a large bay window curtained only by sheers that manages to obscure the view in but only filters the day's light. A variety of out-of-date magazines are strewn atop a low coffee table; more neatly presented are the plethora of books filling the small bookshelves which line the eastern wall. Three chairs sit about the room, focused inward, to allow group conversations. Large floor pillows are stacked in one corner of the room, except one, which lies carelessly in the middle of the floor, apparently left out the last time it was used.
An opening in the northern end of the hallway allows access to the kitchen and dining room at the back of the house, while carpeted stairs twist up at the other end of the hall, leading to the second floor. A door at the base of the J lets out to the front porch.
In the back of the house, The sound of rattling dishes and running water comes from the kitchen, along with an inexpert whistling of 'Colonel Bogey'.
The sound of the door opening is just audible from the front of the house. The sound of the door slamming shut, and KL's loud call of "Hello!" is distinctly audible, however, as the Fury enters the house with her customary discretion and consideration.
In the back of the house, Kevin calls out from the kitchen. "Hang on a mo!" The running water stops, and in a few seconds Kevin emerges, slightly damp around the hands.
In the back of the house, Kevin passes through the open doorway for the front part of the house.
KL is standing well away from any walls. Her white clothes are covered in dark brown mud as is much of her skin. Her hair is filthy, hanging in strings of mud and dirt. "Hi Kev." she says. "Mind if I borrow the shower?"
Kevin clocks the Fury's appearance with two raised eyebrows. "Holy moley," he says, losing sight of any modicum of tact. "You look like you need it. Have you been mud-wrestling with wyrmbeasts? Are you okay?"
"No. I fucking well fell down a fucking slope and into a fucking muddy creek." she cocks her head on one side. "Um...there might have been a _rat_, but rats aren't really wyrmbeasts, just a bit dirty." She folds her arms across her chest, then realises that this isn't drastically comfortable, and unfolds them. "So, I just want a fucking shower. Is that OK?"
Kevin bows from the waist and swings one arm out in the direction of the stairs. "Plenty of hot water, merely awaiting your twist of the tap. D'you want me to put those clothes through the wash while you're in there?"
"Thanks." KL says, heading towards the stairs with alacrity. "You don't have to clean my clothes. I know there's some spares around here, I can do it myself." She suddenly winces. "Yeah. I remember the spares. But thanks for offering."
"Give me two minutes," Kevin asks, "while I finish the washing up. Not sure whether running the hot tap in the kitchen makes the shower do funny things in this house, but I know it used to at home." The cub's getting better at mentioning his previous existence without getting twitchy; he makes that statement in quite a blase fashion.
"Sure. I'll go and get ready, and you call when it's OK." KL says. "If I spend one more second in these clothes I'll go mad." The corner of her nose lifts in a gesture half-way between a grimace and a sneer. "I never mind getting muddy in Lupus...or Crinos...but in homid it's horrible."
Kevin gives a silent thumbs-up and a sympathetic smile, and trots back into the kitchen. The tap is heard to turn on, and in a minute or so, off again. "All done!" he calls through. "I'll finish drying while you get clean."
From upstairs comes the sound of the shower running, accompanied by a rendition of "It's Not Right But It's OK" that matches the recent "Colonel Bogey" in its amateurishness. Some minutes later, KL comes down holding her filthy clothes some distance away from her body. Her feet are bare, she's found a pair of shorts that are probably too small for her and a t-shirt that is (a) too large and (b) pink. Where the bandage was previously wrapped around her calf is a knife in a sheath, buckled so that the knife is on the inside of her leg, hilt up. She shakes her head to drop her damp hair down her back. "That's better, thanks." she says, dumping the dirty clothes in a pile by the door.
Kevin, by the time KL comes back downstairs, is sitting in the chair he usually occupies when no Garou of higher station are there at the farm to displace him from it, leafing through one of the old magazines. "Feel better for that?" he asks as the Fury reappears, passing no comment on the pinkness of her new attire. "What were you doing falling into creeks anyway, if it's not too nosy a question?
Dropping in to the sofa with a resounding thump and bouncing, KL grins. "Running, what do you think?" She looks up, obviously considering something, "And not really looking where I was going. How about you? Have you been out for a run yet? Have they unlocked the door to Stalag farm?"
Kevin nods, and a happy smile spreads over his face at the memory. "Emma took me out to the caern," he confirms. "I got to run around on four legs for a while. Ohboyohboy. I suppose you hear this from every cub you meet," he adds, "but... you just can't believe how exhilarating it was. I felt like I could have run to the moon and back, and still not been tired. It was awesome. I couldn't stop grinning like an idiot for hours afterwards."
KL smiles. "Yeah, I know. I've run...about four hundred miles in Lupus without stopping for anything more than a drink. When it does catch up with you, though, it's like you're more tired than you can ever imagine." She shrugs. "Just don't think you can go forever." A thought strikes her. "Did you get beat up earlier today?"
Kevin raises an eyebrow and nods slowly. "Quite thoroughly... but I didn't realise it showed. Wasn't anything that a spell in glabro didn't fix, or so I thought." He extends his left leg from the chair and looks at it as though he expects it to start telling tales.
KL looks concerned. "Is it still hurting? Nah - no psychic powers here, I was around earlier and I spoke to Emma." She rubs a finger on her leg. "Those Get are very full on."
"Well, put it this way," Kevin responds softly, "it beats when I broke the other one a couple of years ago at school." He's silent a moment. "Brom." He speaks the name on its own, and is silent again a moment before resuming. "He poked a knife into me too, just for good measure."
KL raises an eyebrow at this. "Yeah. I've heard about this Brom. I'm looking forward to meeting him." Her tone indicates that her attitude is less than entirely friendly. "Still, I presume it wasn't made of silver."
Kevin is looking very thoughtful as the topic of Brom is discussed. "I didn't stop to run a chemical analysis on it. Oh! Silver's bad for werewolves, isn't it? Don't tell me that's one of the Hollywood myths that's actually true? All the rest seem to be pretty far from the mark."
"Yeah. It hurts like a bitch, actually." KL holds her right hand up and rubs her thumb and forefinger together, studying it intently. "Um...do you know how you can get scarred?"
Kevin regards the ahroun through slightly troubled eyes. "No, but I bet that's something else Brom could tell me. He seems to have plenty. All the Get seem awfully proud to have them, which I suppose is only to be expected... Go on, tell me?"
KL wrinkles up her nose. "Right. Little hard to explain. You know that fury within you. Well, when you get really injured in a fight, but you have to keep fighting, you can kind of use your sheer bloodymindness to keep going. However, there's a chance you might end up with a scar that's difficult to heal." She shrugs. "It happens occasionally, but many Garou regard it as an indicator of having fought all the way, and not backed down." She pauses, then grins widely. "I've got one."
Kevin's eyes rove cautiously up and down the Fury's body, as the cub tries to check out the likely location of the scar referred to without seeming prurient. "OK, I lose," he comments. "I thought you were gonna say that silver scars a garou."
KL grins. "Nah. But someone hitting you with silver weapons is likely to get you into a state where you might end up with one." She watches his roving gaze. "It's on my back. Do you want to see?"
Kevin goes a little pink and flustered. "Um, yes, sure, if you like..."
KL sighs loudly. "Oh, for fuck's sake." There's just a little bit more edge on that than you'd expect. "If I shifted to Lupus, would you be embarrassed to look at me? If I shifted to Crinos, would you be embarrassed?"
Kevin goes pinker still as his lack of experience of women taking their clothes off in front of him is, as one might say, laid bare. "Sorry," he mumbles, as an answer. "I'm... still getting my head round this stuff. Come on. Let's see. Tell me the story behind it too?" he invites.
KL shakes her head slowly. "Most Garou are a bit strange about seeing naked people in Homid form. Still, it's not sensible." She turns round, kneeling up on the sofa. "I'll save your blushes." She lifts the back of her shirt to reveal a nasty scar about 6 inches long, starting just below her ribcage on her right side and extending diagonally down and inwards to terminate just short of her spine. The skin is folded back in on itself in places. "My pack were fighting some bane spirits - nasty things with teeth and claws. Anyway, we were doing OK when a whole new load pitched up. One of them hit me from behind while I was dealing with one of his friends. I'd been hit quite a lot and I just lost it, rather. I think I killed quite a few, but this wound...just over the edge." She shrugs. "Seen enough?"
Kevin's eyes widen as he checks out the ugly, keloided skin. "I bet you gave it what-for, though," he comments. "And serve it right."
KL is kneeling on the sofa, wearing a dubious pink t-shirt that's too large for her, a pair of shorts that are too small. A small sheathed knife is visibly, strapped to her right calf. By the front door is a a pile of clothes that are covered in dark brown mud. At this instant, she has the shirt raised, showing Kevin her back. "Well, we did. I don't remember bits of it so well." She pulls the shirt down and turns back around into a sitting position. "I remember it fucking well hurting for ages after though."
Hope carefully slinks down the stairs, pale face poking through the banister.
Kevin sits back in the chair again, remarking "I'm not surprised," as he does so. This movement brings the staircase back into view and he espies a pair of eyes peering into the room from it. "What the... I might have known. Hope. How long have you been skulking up there?"
Twisting round in her seat, KL looks up at the staircase, her expression hardening. "Are you fucking spying on us?" she demands loudly. Her grip tightens on the back of the sofa, rucking the fabric underneath her fingers, her knuckles turning white.
Hope appears to be a frail and sickly child, little more then eleven years old. Her head has been shaved bald and a dozen small permanently embedded bits of metal poke out from the scalp. In the girl's right arm, is an arterial catheter, which allows for the easy injection of any liquid. Most disturbingly of all, is that the girl breaths through her throat, due to a tracheotomy. A small white device covers the hole in her throat, preventing foreign particles from entering her lungs and moves faintly with every breath drawn. The girl is dressed in a patchwork of discarded clothing, but still lacks shoes.
Hope scowls. "Was just coming down to get something to eat," she mumbles, before firmly sticking her thumb in her mouth.
"Then for goodness' sake," Kevin snaps to the other cub, "come down and get it and stop creeping around like a whipped dog." He sighs. "KL, this is Hope. Hope, come and meet KL. You might find it useful to talk to her for a bit. Goodness knows nothing I've said to you seems to sink into you."
KL's eyes have widened now that she's actually looked at the young cub. Her grip relaxes on the sofa and she takes a deep breath. "Yeah, come down. I don't bite. Well, not very often." She forces a smile, though it doesn't extend to her eyes, which remain fixed in a stare at the strange-looking girl.
Hope still doesn't look all that happy and her thumb remains firmly planted in her mouth, as she makes her way down the staircase. At the bottom, she looks between the two Garou and the kitchen a short distance away.
Kevin takes a deep, calming breath. "Look here. You come and sit in this chair." He vacates the seat and stands up. "I'll go to the kitchen and get you your breakfast. Tell me what you want. Cereal? Toast?"
KL manages to stop staring at Hope and sits back down. She studies Kevin with interest, but says nothing, instead crossing her legs and slouching back in her seat.
Hope pops her thumb out of her mouth just long enough to mumble, "Cereal." With that, the thumb returns to its previous position and she does what she is told. Sitting down in the indicated chair.
Kevin gives a rather forced smile. "There, that didn't hurt, did it?" With an expressive glance to KL over the back of the chair (and therefore over Hope's head) he moves into the kitchen.
Kevin goes through the aperture at the northern end of the front hallway to enter the back room of the house.
"So...yeah...um...yeah." KL seems largely lost for words. "Well, yeah. I'm KL - a Black Fury. Um...yeah. What the hell has happened to you?" She smiles brightly (and in a totally fake "look I'm talking to children" kind of way).
Hope eyes KL rather darkly, before finally taking her thumb out of her mouth and not putting it back. "I've always been like this."
In the back of the house, Sharp ears might detect the sound of a bowl being selected from the drying rack, and cereal and milk being poured into it. The clink of a spoon completes the preparation of supper for the shy young cub, and Kevin returns bearing the bowl aloft. "Get yourself outside that," he says to Hope, approaching the chair and proffering the food.
In the back of the house, Kevin passes through the open doorway for the front part of the house.
"I don't believe you." KL says to the other girl, somewhat coldly, fake-bright smile gone. "Perhaps 'who did this to you?' is a better question? no?" Her lips purse together and she folds her arms across her chest.
Hope sighs heavily. Here we go again. "For as long as I can remember," she snaps back. "Happy now?"
Kevin makes a clicky noise with his tongue, holding out the bowl to Hope.
"No." KL answers. "You didn't answer my 'who' question. Kevin," she looks up at the bowl-holding cub, "do you know any more. This is like pulling fucking teeth. And it _matters_."
"Thankyou," Hope murmurs, polietly enough as she accepts the bowl.
Kevin relinquishes the cereal and snags a floor cushion, dropping it between the two other garou and reclining on it. "Apparently," he responds to KL, "she was some kind of sick scientific experiment. Her and others. I understand Alicia knows all about it, so I assume she's something to do with it all. They were trying to find out what makes garou garou, and cure it." His fingers make apostrophe-motions as he says the word 'cure', and he scowls to show his opinion of such a procedure.
KL nods slowly, rocking her body back and forward. "Right. So it's Alicia I talk to about this? Cool. Because...unless I find a good reason why not, I'm going to take whoever did this and rip a hole in their stomach and insert their testicles inside. And then I'll get serious." Her mouth twists into a really nasty grin and all her muscles in her arms are tensed and quivering.
Hope has stopped eating and is very still, knuckles going white around the spoon in her hand.
Kevin runs his fingers through his hair distractedly. "I get the distinct impression that Alicia-rhya has taken care of that already," he murmurs. "It seems to be a touchy subject with the silly kid. She still thinks Garou are all nasty evil slavering monsters, don't you, Hope?" These last words are delivered in what even the kindliest observer would have to admit are patronising tones.
KL nods again, and relaxes a little. "Well. We aren't evil, and I try not to slaver much of the time. I don't know if that counts." She shrugs. "Try not to dump that kind of stuff on me when Luna is quite as fat as she is now, hey Kevin?"
"You kill people," Hope mumbles, almost to herself as she pointedly goes back to eating.
Kevin gives the tense Fury a half-smile of apology. "See what I mean?" he says to her, and then addresses Hope. "As I've told you, we don't kill people for the hell of it. You can believe it, or you can close your eyes and deny it, but it's true, and the sooner you come out of denial the better it'll be for you, I tell you now."
"I'm not convinced I've ever actually _killed_ anyone who was recognisably a person." KL says, her brow furrowed. "Anyway...yeah...I better get myself moving, as I could do with getting back to the city before dawn." She stands up from the sofa. "Thanks for the loan of the shower." she says to Kevin. "See you about."
Hope is seated in one of the living room chairs, eating a bowl of cereal. Other then that, the strange girl doesn't appear to be doing much aside from scowling.
Kevin looks up at the Fury, his face in a strange expression, maybe one of doubt. "I... hope so. Travel safe," he bids KL, and glares at Hope from under his eyebrows.
KL nods. "Yeah. I'll bring the spare clothes back later. See you, Hope." With that, she gathers up her bundle of clothes from by the door, and exits, walking across the porch and down the path.